Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Tami begged Mommy to go trick or Treating. Little did this naughty, filthy baby girl know that Mommy Anna had a surprise for her: A Halloween Costume any Sissy baby would flip out for: a Firlly, Fushia Pink Unicorn with a rainbow skirt. Tami squealed with glee and ran to try it on piece by piece. Mommy put hot pink extensions in her hair and gave her matching sparkly shoes.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Brian knew. He’d forgotten himself, let a task slip in a moment of defiance, and now…now he would have no choice but to remember his place. My place. A slow, predacious smile touched my lips, unseen by him, but surely felt in the sudden tension that stiffened his spine.
“Brian,” I purred. “Did you truly believe, even for a moment, that I would tolerate such…well…nonsense?” He remained silent. Good. Fear, respect, anticipation – all blended into a potent melange. My gaze swept over him, from the dark hair falling into his eyes to the vulnerable curve of his neck. This was where he belonged: at my mercy, awaiting my command.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
I may be a white bitch, but I’m not your typical white bitch. Sure, I love a good pumpkin patch trip in October like the rest of them, but my intent is much different. I dragged my simp to the local pumpkin patch and forced him to walk around the options.
We were looking for a medium-sized gourd. Not too big, not too small. I was partial to the snowball pumpkins, but for some reason, every time I held one up to his crotch, he would look around in sheer panic. “Oh my God, Mistress, stop.”
“How will we know it’s the right size if I don’t test it?”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I carefully orchestrated opportunities for my new boyfriend to witness my infidelity. I’d invite my conquests over for dinner, making sure he caught a glimpse of them walking up our driveway or lingering in our backyard. The look of anguish on his face was music to my ears, fueling my desire to push him further into despair.
I’d take my lovers to intimate gatherings he’d planned, savoring the jealous glares he sent my way. Our sex life became a battleground, with me alternating between tenderness and cruelty, keeping him perpetually off balance. I reveled in the power I held, knowing that beneath his bravado, he was slowly losing his grip on the relationship.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My phone went off a few times during yoga, and she kept looking back at me with a stink eye. Rolling her eyes and huffing without actually saying anything. When we got into the locker room, she shoved past me and mumbled, “Rude.”
I chuckled a little to my friends and cocked my head. “Um, excuse me, BITCH, did you have something to say to my face?”
She looked me up and down dismissively, obviously thinking she’s better than me. That’s when I started to twist my long hair up into a messy bun, knowing where this was going, and she snarks off that she can’t relax if rude people keep their phone volume on during class. I didn’t intend to beat your wife’s ass after Yoga class, but honestly, she asked for it.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy was taking Tami on a special car ride. She told Tami to behave and got her dressed in a beautiful pink frilly sissy dress, with her pwastic pants underneath, and little ankle socks, mary janes, and a beautiful pink sissy bow. Mommy Anna brought Tami over to the car and tried to shove her baby girl in her car seat but Tami began to kick, kick, kick profusely. That’s when Mommy gave Tami her final warning.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I was just minding my own business, while trying to navigate the bustling aisles of the local superstore. Which, let’s be honest, is already a comedic goldmine on any given day. My basket was precariously stacked with various impulse buys when I noticed a dude a few feet ahead of me acting a little…uh…shifty.
He was wearing these beige cargo shorts. In hindsight, they didn’t exactly help camouflage the emerging situation. He kept adjusting his stance, almost like he was doing a subtle, internal dance battle with himself. I initially just thought he had a really itchy butt. Or was perhaps auditioning for a very niche interpretive dance troupe in the cereal aisle. But then I spotted a distinct, darkening patch at the front of his shorts.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna got a gig at a local Casino as a Cocktail waitress. She prowled around every night amongst high rollers and whores looking for someone to play with. Finally, she stumbled upon a kind gentleman. She offered him a drink, and he obliged.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
When it comes to men, nothing gets my heart racing quite like the idea of cuckolding them. The thought of an alpha male, confident and in control, losing his dominance to a stronger rival – it’s just the thing to get me wet! So, often, I set out to make it happen.
It started with my boyfriend’s friend, a strapping young man with a cocky attitude. I’d catch him staring at me when we were out together, and I could sense his attraction. I played the game, flirting with him innocently at first, then with increasing boldness. I could see the tension building between us, and my boyfriend was entirely oblivious to it! Until he wasn’t. lol
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna got asked out, and gawked at almost everywhere she went. She couldn’t even pump gas, or walk to the corner store without getting hollered at. She was so seductive, so slutty and hot all at the same time.